Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I managed several steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me down into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.